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Chapter 132 Upgrade! From a traveling merchant to a caravan!

“Investment dividends.”

When Windlow proposed this concept, Gelt was already exclaiming it was genius.

He is worthy of being the person with the greatest magical potential I have ever met. His brain is much more useful than that of ordinary people.

If Wendlow had been discovered earlier, for example, when he was ten or nine years old, and he had been taught the basics of magic directly, wouldn't he have had an excellent apprentice?

Regardless of whether he can be trained to become an excellent magician, the best solution is to let him stay by his side as an apprentice who will never graduate.

It’s a pity that the young man in front of me is too old and not suitable for studying magic systematically.

So Gert immediately calmed down and listened patiently to Windlow's advice.

This so-called investment dividend is actually very simple. It is to set up a caravan and then pretend to invest money in it.

After forging investment notes and profit income, the black money can be said to be investment dividends, thus turning it into clean money.

Even Mousse knows this way of operation.

After all, in the turbulent Naggaroth, the Witch King Malekith monitors every Dread Lord to the core.

Any large amount of wealth with an unknown origin will be noticed by the Witch King himself, who will then suspect the possibility of forming a clique for personal gain, and the root of the problem will be eradicated.

"That scene under the black tower is still vivid in my mind. Perhaps I will never forget it."

Mousse covered his head, recalling his past, feeling a little depressed.

Wendlow, who was standing by, also noticed this and hurried over to grab Mousse, looking her up and down to see if there was anything wrong with her.

At the same time, he waved at Gelt.

"I'll write the plan later and come back to you for approval."

That's right. If you want to launder money, you must use an institution officially recognized by the empire. Now we really need to give Windlow some time to think and deal with his personal affairs.

"Moose, are you okay?"

Speaking of which, Wendlow was a little anxious. In his memory, Mousse had always been a very capable person.

Since he obtained a full set of plate armor and the golden emblem sword, he even has the combat power to kill trolls.

If placed within the Empire, one can even skip the ranks of Imperial Greatswordsman and Imperial Knight and be promoted to positions such as Imperial Captain.

Even when seriously injured, he remained unyielding.

The most terrifying thing is that his physical condition is so strong that he has not been sick for such a long time, not even a cold.

So this silence actually made Windlo a little worried. He looked up and down and found that there was nothing wrong with the Lord of Fear.

"Nothing, just do your thing. I just remembered something unhappy in the past."

Mousse turned around, but finally took a look at Wendlow, then walked to the window and quietly looked at the scenery outside.

In the past, this Lord of Fear would just snort when faced with various things, but when faced with Windlow's questions, he would leave a look before leaving.

Since Mousse is fine, he should show his strength.

He had come out of Rick's small village just to make money, and now he was beginning to feel a little unhappy with Gert's character.

Helped him come up with so many ideas and participated in the whole process, and also directed and acted in so much work himself.

What about money?

He made me do so many things, and he never mentioned money the whole time. I sold the lottery tickets for so much money, but in the end, he didn't give me a single copper coin.

Just get a fixed salary, right? Then Windlow really doesn't want to do this anymore.

But, businessmen are very respectable and will never let everyone be unhappy in the end. If everyone is unhappy, how can they make money?

Therefore, the next money laundering method that needs to be considered is not only to help Gelt, but also to allow Windlow to get tangible benefits.

"Caravan approval plan."

Wendlow wrote down his plan in a serious manner.

When it comes to the investment and dividend project, the easiest way is to form a caravan, so that when the time comes we can directly use the official seal for approval.

The leader of this caravan was Windlow himself.

In the name of Elector Gelt, for the sake of Thor and the emperor, a caravan needs to be formed.

It is specially approved that Windlo becomes the official caravan of Sol Territory, is under the protection of Sol Territory, and accepts orders from the Elector himself.

The caravan leader, Windlo, can freely decide the trade route. Gelt uses gold coins and power as investment capital and enjoys 10% of the profits of the entire caravan.

"Are you really going to give him 10% of the profits? I only get 50%."

After recovering, Mousse naturally saw what Windlow was writing. Although there were some differences between the writing of elves and humans, the numbers used by everyone were Indy numbers passed down from Indy.

These 10 and 50 are naturally easy to understand. Mousse has already taken possession of Windlow and will certainly not allow others to come in and share a piece of the pie.

"No, no, no, it's just a contract. Only we know how much he made, but he just wrote the numbers randomly. It's all for money laundering anyway."

After saying this, Windlow had already sorted out the entire plan and sealed it.

Since he was a cultured imperial citizen, his handwriting was clear and could be directly turned into a contract without being transcribed. It would then have legal effect after being stamped with Gelt's personal seal.

When the contract was delivered to Gert, one could hear his laughter under the golden mask.

"Haha, that's right. As long as I say your profit reaches 100 gold coins, then I will have 10 gold coins of clean money. I just need you to help me cook the books."

"Then I will be responsible for all matters concerning this caravan, right?"

"Yes, you are in charge of these matters."

As soon as Gert finished speaking, Windlo felt relieved. The plan was successful.

When I work for my boss, it's because I gain his trust and want to speed up efficiency.

Bosses always give up some power to their subordinates to give orders independently.

Once you have gained power, you naturally have to turn it into benefits. After all, this power will not become lifelong, nor will it be inherited by your descendants. Once you have power, you must use it immediately.

With the contract to establish a caravan in hand, Windlow naturally strode towards the armory in the city of Phaidol and claimed the supplies he needed according to his own ideas.

Since he was Elector Gelt's man, the quartermaster tacitly acknowledged that Windlow had such power and watched him pick out various things in the warehouse without signing or sealing his name.

Soon, a large carriage was ready. From now on, Windlo was upgraded from a traveling merchant to the official caravan of Sol Territory.

It enjoys the protection of imperial law and has certain tariff exemptions.

"Mouse, put the vampire's coffin in the hidden space of the carriage and let the unicorn rest for a while. We will sneak away tonight."

"You really got stuck with the identity of the Thor caravan and ran away. Wait, where are we going?"